Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo and Applebloom sat in class, listening to Professor Longwind drone on about old history of a place called England, and how the Colonist in America revolted because of taxes.
Scootaloo, using her note pad more for doodling rather than notes, wrote something, and slid her finger across it, literally shooting it from her note pad to Applebloom's.
“This is boring. Why do I give a buck about some place I never have plans to visit?”
Applebloom glanced up at Professor Longwind, just to make sure he wasn't noticing, then scribbled a reply, sliding it over, the same way it was sent.
“Who knows? But I find it mighty facinatin' that so few ponies, I mean people, could rise up and win like that.”
“You would.” Scootaloo wrote back. “And this helps us have a better coven becaaaauuusse?”
“Because we need to fit in to this world!” A new script appeared on both girls notepads. “Now, if you two don't mind, I'd really like to get a good grade here. Scoots, if you really don't want to be here, just go to sleep or something, but knock it off. What was that last date, Applebloom?”
Applebloom checked her notes. “1776.”
“Thanks.”
And so, the three sat in class until the bell rang, announcing that it was time for lunch.
“Ooohhh.” Scootaloo stretched in her seat. “That was boring as Tarturas.”
Sweetie Belle scribbled down a few more notes, before shutting her notebook and glaring at her sister.
“Scootaloo, have I ever told you how insufferable you are?”
Scootaloo made a face of thought. “Yeah. Yesterday, oh and the day after that. And the-”
“We get it.” Applebloom cut in, slinging her backpack on. “But, how does this help us fit in?”
Sweetie Belle, putting her things away, smiled sweetly. “Well, if all youth are required to know this, then we'd stand out if we didn't. Besides, attending school here might be a good way to keep cover, and so practice witchcraft unnoticed.”
Applebloom made an 'oh' face as Scootaloo merely nodded.
“I guess that makes sense.”
Three stomachs rumbled at once, announcing that not only was it lunch time, but that they were late too it. They giggled and made their way to the cafeteria.
“So, tell me.” Scootaloo started to ask. “What should we do after school?”
“HI~!” Any response Sweetie Belle or Applebloom had was completely diverted by a tackle hug and pink bouncing hair in their faces. “I'm Pinkie Pie! I haven't seen you three here before, and I know aaaall the student's here, which means you're new, and if you're new, you don't know anyone else, other than yourselves of course, but that's silly if you think about it, because how could you NOOOOT know about yourselves, because you, like, see yourself in the mirror everyday, unless you don't have a mirror, in that case you haven't seen yourself—” She gasped. “In that cause you don't know yourselves, and so you really don't know anyone! That's tragic!” She held all three tight, cracking Scootaloo's ribs a little, and squishing Applebloom like a rag doll. “You know me, so don't worry! I will find you a mirror so you can know yourselves.”
“How is she saying all that without breathing?” Applebloom squeaked.
“Can we hex her?” Scootaloo pleaded in gasps to her sisters.
“No,” Sweetie Belle wheezed. “Just let it pass. Normal kids, remember.”
It seemed like time stopped for a minute before Pinkie Pie let go of them, smiling brightly. “You've GOT to come over to my place after school, so me and my fiends can throw you the most amazingly, stunningly, awesomely, stupendously, incredibly cool party!”
“I'm pretty sure some of those words were made up.” Applebloom winced, feeling her tender sides.
“Sounds, er, great.” Sweetie Belle grinned, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down her face. “But, uh, we can't.”
“Yeah.” Applebloom agreed. “We have, uh, stuff to do!”
“Yeah, stuff!” Sweetie Belle replied.
“OOOoooohhh?” Pinkie Pie gave them all a knowing smile. “What kind of stuff?”
“Stuff, stuff.” Scootaloo answered, giving a false grin herself.
“Very important stuff.” Applebloom added.
“Yeah.” Scootaloo nodded. “The kind of stuff that only stuff stuff can do.”
“Yeah.” Applebloom paused, before looking over at Scootaloo. “Wait, what?”
Pinkie Pie, hand to her chin, watching the three stumble over excuses, each lamer than the last. She held back a secret smile, knowing that she'd have a fun time with this party. For some reason, she thought that pink would be in order. Lots and lots of pink, at least eight bags of confetti, three cakes, pin the tail on the pony, some disco balls, streamers, Vinyl's latest mix mp3 and at least five crates of Apple cider.
“It's settled.” She confirmed with a sagely nod, silencing the three. “You three will have the greatest welcome party in the history of welcoming parties of Canterlot-nay- the world!”
With that, Pinkie skipped away, singing “And so the gaiter asked, why the long face? Giggally foo foo, I got a riddle for you, what's got no teeth and big big eye? A toothless gaiter named guuummmyyy!”
The three witches watched the strange person parkour down the school hallway, laughing as she sang more.
“That, was the scariest thing I've ever saw.” Applebloom said, shivering where she stood.
“Good thing we whipped the history and memories of those three we look like.” Scootaloo laughed nervously. “Because that would seem really awkward to show up to a party that have you're dead relatives at.”
Sweetie Belle's face paled. “Oh horse apples.”
Applebloom and Scootaloo looked at her. “What?”
“Rarity is suppose to be one of the Elements of harmony here too.”
They thought.
“I don't get it.” Scootaloo admitted.
“Oh my stars!” Things just clicked into place for Appbloom. “We killed the Rarity here, so our Rarity could take her place, but she's a Thrall, 'n so can't interact like the others, so they'll know she's not their Rarity. 'n by taken their memories of who we look like. This is a big mess.”
“One thing at a time girls.” Sweetie Belle swallowed. “First, lets get through classes. Then, we'll survive this party.”
“And after?” Scootaloo asked, hoping for a good answer.
“I haven't gotten that far yet.”
They made their way to the large mess hall, suddenly not hungry.